coming undone like thread on a spool.

a poem reflecting on my headspace in 2020.

Photo by Jay Mantri on Unsplash

i have witnessed myself unravel

like thread being spun off the spool.

i used to spin in circles

until i’d fall to the ground

just to remind myself that

i’m not as free as

i’d like to be.

gravity always pulls me back to earth

no matter how similarly i mimic its axis.

what i’d give to be nothing more

than a glowing orb circling a ball of fire.

planets have purpose

and all i have is desire.

☽